After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

"I've already had someone check the surveillance footage along the route. We'll find out soon whether you waited for the driver or went with someone else."

As he said this, Cen Shichuan turned his head slightly to look at Xu Wantang.

His fingertips rubbed together repeatedly, his eyes filled with an air of utter disdain and control.

Xu Wantang felt a tightness in her chest, and every breath she took was accompanied by a sharp pain.

Cen Shichuan will know she's lying once he checks the surveillance footage.

It was only a matter of time before they found out she had secretly gone to the hospital for a checkup.

Therefore, no matter how she answers the previous questions, Cen Shichuan will not believe her.

She was nothing but a clown in the face of Cen Shichuan's power.

Xu Wantang's mind went blank, with only the pain spreading from her abdomen remaining.

Is she really destined to repeat the same mistakes?

The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed, and Xu Wantang's body also swayed precariously.

Just as he was about to fall, a tall shadow loomed over him.

"I brought her back."

As soon as she finished speaking, the scent of sandalwood wafted from behind Xu Wantang.

Cen Yuan didn't look at her and walked straight forward, but stopped for a few seconds in front of Cen Shichuan.

His eyes darkened, his gaze dimmed, and he held a red Buddhist rosary in his hand, toying with one of the beads between his fingertips.

It was cold and desolate, yet possessed a godlike majesty.

As he paced back and forth, he said casually, "Is there a problem?"

It sounded like it was being addressed to Cen Shichuan, but it also sounded like it was being addressed to everyone.

A crack appeared in Cen Shichuan's arrogant expression, but it vanished in an instant.

He chuckled, but his tone was unfriendly: "When did Second Brother become so familiar with Wan Tang?"

Cen Yuan sat upright in the seat of honor, glancing at him lightly: "What do you want to ask?"

His voice was flat, yet it possessed a sharp, incisive edge.

Cen Shichuan pursed his lips, unsure whether to respond or not.

Seeing this, Old Master Cen interrupted sternly.

"Cen Yuan, Shi Chuan is just concerned about you. He's afraid you'll be misled by some people and lose face."

Some people, Xu Wantang.

Xu Wantang had heard it so many times that she had become numb to it.

Instead, they sensed something was amiss.

Grandpa Cen had five children, each with a different fate.

But rumors suggest that he favored his third wife the most, especially Cen Shichuan.

On Cen Yuan Mountain, Old Master Cen didn't even try to persuade him to stay.

In the blink of an eye, all the family's resources were placed on Cen Shichuan's shoulders.

It's almost a certainty that Cen Shichuan will inherit the Cen family business.

But for some reason, a year ago, Old Master Cen invited Cen Yuan down the mountain again.

Even so, Cen Shichuan's position remained unshaken.

Having made the comparison today, Xu Wantang also believed the rumors.

Grandpa Cen seemed unwilling to let his brothers argue, so he shifted the blame onto her.

In reality, it was because of Cen Yuan's current power that they found a shield for Cen Shichuan.

Xu Wantang's pupils contracted slightly, worried that the Cen family was becoming increasingly complicated, making it even harder to leave.

But she did at least one thing right.

You've found the right thigh.

Turning his head, he saw Cen Yuan's eyelashes lightly covering his eyes, giving off a sense of aloofness.

"So you know what it means to lose face."

"Second Brother, what do you mean?" Cen Shichuan gripped the armrest of his wheelchair tightly.

Cen Yuan raised his eyes, glanced at him, and looked at Xu Wantang.

"Turn around."

"……oh."

Xu Wantang didn't understand, but she still turned around with a wronged look on her face.

In front of Cen Yuan, she had to play the pitiful little thing to the fullest.

The next second, her blood-stained clothes were revealed to everyone.

It was obvious at a glance that she was injured.

Xu Wantang had no idea when her clothes were stained with blood, but she never expected Cen Yuan to notice.

Cen Yuan said in a deep voice, "I said that you shouldn't be exposed to blood this month. Since you don't take my words seriously, then you can do the ancestral worship."

Did Cen Shichuan do it?

He pretended to be disabled for love, unable to even climb the steps.

They had to be carried inside the ancestral hall.

Just imagining that scene is kind of funny; Cen Shichuan definitely wouldn't be able to accept it.

Xu Wantang was secretly pleased, never expecting that the Buddhist monk's words could be so hurtful.

This statement clearly angered Cen Shichuan.

He said in a muffled voice, "I've already sent someone to pick her up. It seems it's not my place to interfere in our marital affairs, Second Brother."

Xu Wantang really wanted to shout that they weren't a couple!

But she can't.

Otherwise, for the sake of Xu Chuxue and his own reputation, Cen Shichuan would definitely shut her up forever.

"Of course I can't control you two as a couple."

The man's tone remained indifferent, but his voice had turned colder, and he paused before saying "husband and wife."

Xu Wantang even felt that the man's gaze was precisely focused on her wound through her clothes.

Suddenly, she remembered the scene of him treating her wounds last night.

She even remembers the feel of the prayer beads brushing against her skin.

She quickly lowered her head, twisting her fingers to suppress the reddening of her skin.

At that moment, the man's voice rang out again.

"How many people in this capital city don't know about your affair? She stood at the intersection covered in blood, as if afraid people wouldn't speculate?"

"How many people watch over the Cen family's annual ancestral worship ceremonies, involving hundreds of millions of yuan in social obligations? If something goes wrong, will you take responsibility?"

It turned out to be the case.

Xu Wantang's flushed skin returned to paleness; she blamed herself for overthinking.

But Cen Yuan is not wrong either.

The Cen family's ancestral worship ceremony is a grand event every year, and this year, with Cen Yuan's dual identity, it has attracted attention not only from the media but also from the entire Beijing social circle.

Social interactions and various charitable activities.

A vast network of connections, intricately intertwined.

Cen Shichuan choked, his face turning grim.

But the next second, he chuckled softly.

"Second brother, you're right."

"But Xu Wantang just said she came back by taxi, which is clearly a lie. It would be good for you to verify. Since Second Brother is doing this for the Cen family, he shouldn't object, right?"

Grandpa Cen nodded: "Indeed, anyway, Shi Chuan has sent people to investigate, so it's reassuring to have it confirmed."

Lin Manzhi added fuel to the fire: "Cen Yuan, you're too busy to understand Xu Wantang. You can't trust a woman like her who even seduces her brother-in-law."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wantang's palms turned ice-cold.

It felt like being stripped naked and humiliated in public, yet powerless to resist.

She has no power or influence, so what ability does she have to change the road surveillance?

At this point, she was prepared for a lose-lose situation.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Cen Yuan put away the prayer beads, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and slowly said, "Okay, investigate."

After a long while, Cen Shichuan's men arrived.

"So, how's the roadside surveillance investigation going?" Cen Shichuan asked.

"Third Young Master, um... the surveillance cameras were being inspected today, and there was nothing there."

Cen Shichuan pursed his thin lips, his aura sinister, and turned to look at Xu Wantang.

"Why did you lie!"

"The second young master said that I shouldn't be exposed to blood this month. I was afraid that he would be angry if he found out that I was injured, so I didn't dare to say anything."

Xu Wantang lowered her head, her tone full of bitterness and helplessness.

In reality, she was praying with her hands clasped together, clinging to the Buddha's leg, hoping that even God would protect her.

Just as she was feeling secretly pleased, she sensed someone watching her from across the room, their dark eyes as deep as a still pool.

She quickly lowered her head even further, looking pitiful and cautious.

His gaze swept over her, and the man put down his teacup and stood up. His voice was cold and aloof, yet it carried a suffocating pressure.

"This will not be repeated."

He then left.

……

After regaining her senses, Xu Wantang was the only one left in the hall.

She didn't dare linger for a moment and quickly returned to her room, leaning weakly against the door.

My clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and my wound was both painful and itchy.

Fearing that her wound might become infected again, she turned and went into the bathroom.

After showering, she wrapped herself in only a bath towel to make it easier to reapply the medicine, and even only dried her hair halfway.

To my surprise, as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me away.

"Xu Wantang, do you really enjoy seducing men?"